rather be in madrid
there are so many people in here
grabbing at their own shit to throw it
that the old cliché comes to mind
opinions are like assholes
or is that a saying?
a prophesy of humanity?
oh, but it doesn’t matter
for all of the gums flapping in here
the sucked up oxygen
the poison carbon dioxide blues
this one has her hand up
so does this one
this one speaks of something
no one was talking about in the first place
all this flesh clamoring
to get a word in edgewise
searching for significance
like anxious street whores on the gran via
cliché after cliché
making fartfaces at each other
in between sucks on the caffeine tit
sweating wild jacked-in automatons
with nowhere better on earth to be
while outside
these locked windows
the fat pigeons of the city
look like airplanes
dive bombing
into the pregnant yellow sun.
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